Solitude is bliss.
It is the time when everything is clear as if everything is real. Nothing matters, just the moment of clarity and deepened understanding of the things that are happening and going around you. It is the only time to wonder and to wander. Ideas come and go. Words flow into infinity. Songs play in your head like a series of epiphanies.
The sky is dark, and the stars shine brightly, lightening the pace of uncertainty. Nothing really matters. Not even the universe. Savor that moment. Taste that time. It will only come once. Or maybe twice. But who cares?
